A man can spend his whole existence never learning the simple lesson that he has only one life and that if he fails to do what he wants with it, nobody else really cares.

Frederick Buechner can find grace and redemption even in the shoddiest, phoniest aspects of a cultural wasteland. One reads Lion Country...with hope and delight.

A man can spend his whole existence never learning the simple lesson that he has only one life and that if he fails to do what he wants with it, nobody else really cares.

Only little boys and old men sneer at love.

We were not as rich as the Rockefellers or Mellons, but we were rich enough to know how rich they were.

Novels must have verisimilitude, and truth has little enough of that.

There is a charm, even for homely things, in perfect maintenance.